Walking on this bridge made of my hopes.
Sanguine but unsure.
This bridge leading me to the
glass palatial of feeble trust.
Anthropic principle an enmity against me.
Inane things seem.
A deep valley of no faith I face.
“A fool you are,
to intentionally over look things so crystal clear!” cried this little heart.
Sobbed realizing the fool in me is this little heart.